Thursday, December 31, 2009

Happy New Year!! (at work)

I remember New Years 2 years ago when I worked for my old company in Manhattan.. to celebrate the day together, during lunch, we ordered pizza and drank beer while hanging out and playing poker.

In Jordan it is the same basic idea, arab style.. today is New Years eve and I got my company a half day off work. Instead of just leaving at 1:30 though I fit in a little bit of team building. At 1:30 everyone is required to meet in the kitchen and we each brought in food/cake/drinks and we are all gonna have lunch together one last time this year..

Instead of pizza we have hummus, salads, grape leaves, and mashawi (bbq-ed meat and kebabs).. along with a lot of other things like twix cake :)

I really miss New York pizza but today im craving the mashawi :)

update: it was an amazing way to end the new year at work!!
some pictures:




Tuesday, December 29, 2009

RELAX!!!

Americans are amazing at going with the flow. It is something we take for granted living there but it is so clear and obvious once you leave.. I am not sure whether it is because they work too much and don’t have time to stress things, if it’s because they don’t see the same people enough 2 stress anything, if it’s just in their nature, or if they have this understanding about life that others don’t seem to understand.

Here in Jordan they seem to do the opposite, if they are not stressing something they are bored. I feel like the silliest things get blown out of proportion and stressed to the point where it is funny, and it sometimes seems like they are TRYING to make their lives more difficult than it has to be. Something as simple as who you consider a friend and who you don’t becomes a huge deal and has rules and restrictions.. grudges are held and negativity is spread to the point where it is hard to even believe sometimes..

Maybe I don’t remember, but I don’t think that things were ever stressed to that degree in America. People were more relaxed and friendships weren’t so serious.. I mean of course people had problems, there was drama, we didn’t consider every1 a friend but here I feel like there is a set list of rules and regulations when it comes to these things..

The person you show people is covered with lies and rules and fakeness due to all of these regulations, God 4bid u easily get to b friendly with some1.. guy or girl.. (as just friends.. forget relationships) .. the whole country is ready to jump down your throat for trusting people or considering some1 a friend too easily.. sometimes I just wanna scream RELAX at the top of my lungs..

I genuinely feel that this happens because the country is so small.. sometimes it is hard to grasp that there is a whole HUGE world out there that has a lot bigger problems than our little social issues.. it feels like sometimes we all live in a bubble here in Jordan and we think we know it all and have life figured out.. and it is out to get us.. it is harder for people to be happy here than it is for people to b upset sometimes.. that should not b how the culture is run.. we need to learn 2 appreciate the beauty of it all and genuinely get over ourselves caus nothing is THAT serious

I am in no way saying life is simple but it is a lot simpler than they sometimes make it out 2 b here…

Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas!! (iranian/arab style)

It was always a challenge trying to live the normal American lifestyle while mixing it in with our culture and religion. I think my parents did a really good job at letting us know where we came from but at the same time not letting us feel out of place in a country where we were the minority.

Because of this necessity to mold, Christmas was always a weird/amazing time in our house. Each year we would have a Christmas tree, have the traditional meal, and exchange gifts.. but with a Middle Eastern twist.

When we were young my uncle used to dress up as Santa and come to our house, we always felt soo special because we were allowed to stay up and meet him while the other kids had to sleep in order for him to come. Instead of waving a bell our Santa/uncle brought belly dancing noise makers (the things belly dancers hold and shake while dancing).. as we got older we noticed that Santa’s noise makers were the same that my uncle kept in his house, Santa never came again….

Later on as we got old enough to understand, my mom tried to tell us that Christmas was not for us since we are Muslim.. we didn’t take to the idea very well so we compromised, instead of just having a star on top of our tree my mom taped a cardboard cutout of a crescent moon to go next to it (the Islamic symbol: Star and crescent) .. it worked.. we were all satisfied..

There was one Christmas where my mom actually ALMOST won and tried to convince us not to have a tree.. a few days before Christmas my dad and I cracked and we went to a local store and bought all the ornaments we could find and decorated our house plant. I think that was our best Christmas tree ever!




I remember my last Christmas when I was living in America. I had my own apartment with my own Christmas tree.. standing right in front of my Allah signs on the wall.. a beautiful contradiction..


(Notice the tree and Islamic sign behind me)



There is no Christmas for me in Jordan this year.. this is the first time in my life that I will not celebrate it.. I would give anything to b with my family right now and I would let my mom win this year.. I wouldn’t put up the tree.. as long as there were still presents and the traditional meal involved..

Thursday, December 24, 2009

All I want for Christmas...

Even though I am not Christian I have always celebrated Christmas, I guess you can't grow up in America and not... regardless of my religion it was always my favorite time of the year which I guess is the same for most people there.

Its funny to think that at this time 2 years ago I walked with people I worked with to Bryant park during lunch, got hot chocolate or apple cider, watched the ice skaters and shopped in all the Christmas boutiques. Weekends consisted of going to see the Rockefeller tree or watching the Grinch on Broadway. It was a time of year that made you broke because of the presents but it was almost impossible not to be happy..

Sometimes I think Jordan would benefit a lot from some Christmas spirit but instead we have sunny weather and no Christmas trees :(

It is the time of year when I am most homesick...

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

An Onion!

I have come to realize that Jordan is like one big onion, full of layers and full of things that will make you cry :). No I am just kidding about the cry part, but it is full of layers, and the deeper you go the more layers you discover. It is interesting, enticing, yet vast.

From the outside one can easily see Jordan as a historical place; one of the world wonders is here, a body of water with no living creatures and salt that will make you feel cuts you never knew you had, many biblical sites, deserts where you can go offroading or camp out for a true bedouin experience; those make up the outer layers of Jordan. You can dig deeper and explore the amazing popular areas of Jordan, Abdoun circle and Rainbow street are 2 of many. These places are full of restaurants which serve Arabic food like shawerma or international food like an all you can eat sushi restaurant, and argillah cafes, each with their own theme and personality, no searching necessary. You can dig deeper still and learn about the entertainment life in Jordan, the random club in Abdoun that gets so crowded on a Thursday that you can barely walk inside, the bar on Rainbow street where everyone knows the bartender on a first name basis and you can see all of downtown from a balcony, a restaurant/lounge in Jabel al Webdeh that has a live Jazz band on Tuesdays, the argillah place in the Balad where you can get cheap argillah, live, old fashioned Arabic music, and an old fashioned Arab looking atmosphere, or a café/bar in Jabal Amman built into an old house, first floor is a bookstore and second floor is full of food, drinks, and argillah on balconies, terraces, and in rooms with views that are more than breathtaking. These places can be discovered by tourists but they are not as obvious.

Another layer deep and you begin to learn about the local spots, an Irish bar under a hotel that feels like an underground club, a club that, on Wednesdays, gets PACKED with people because of the reminiscent 80s music they play through the speakers, restaurants on airport road that give you the best tasting meat to the point where it is worth the 40 minute drive, the coffee shops where only men go but it is like their second home, or outside a DVD store in Abdoun, certain parking lots, or certain views, where if you go during the right time at night you will see the area FULL of cars, people just parked and hanging out with coffee or drinks in hand. Then there is the popular restaurant on Mecca street that is known to tourists as a place for good breakfast or lunch but to the locals it is a place to meet after your night is done, it is like a club on its own, a place to unwind and regroup, the place only starts to come alive at 3 in the morning. There are also the street vendors for coffee that we all know, 30 cents and you can get an amazing cup of coffee brought straight to your car window; they put chocolate on top of your coffee in the one on Gardens street but if you go around the corner there is one with a line 2 -5 blocks long, one of the best tasting ones is right around 7th circle, drive up and 2 minutes later your all set for your cruise around Amman. I am still amazed by the fast food place in Dahyeh where everyone knows the waiters by name, and the waiters know everyone, each person has their own special way of ordering their meal, it is a hangout on its own and its rare to go in there and not bump into many others that you know.

These are just a few of the layers I have discovered in West Amman; when in the outskirts of West Amman it can sometimes feel like a completely different country. They have their own spots, their own undergrounds, their own entertainment, their own layers.

I have recently learned there are many more layers that I have not even begun to explore and hopefully one day I will get the chance. I hope I never reach the center of my onion because each layer that is discovered is more fun than the last!

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Sounds of Jordan

During all hours of the day men go around the streets selling things. It is so primitive yet so interesting. You can find everything being sold; used furniture, cooked corn, fruit, etc. But there are 2 things in particular that I find the most interesting, and they come with their own sounds.

For some reason, I have no idea why because it is not really a big part of the Jordanian cuisine, but cotton candy is sold on the streets EVERYWHERE! It is funny because you can always find a man walking around with bags of pink cotton candy yelling out SHAAR EL BANAT (which is translated into hair of girls) with a special whistle. At first it was really annoying being woken up at 6 in the morning by a man screaming and blowing into a whistle, but when you stop to think about it.. why cotton candy?? Y at 6 in the morning?? Do people really eat cotton candy that much?? it makes the whole thing amusing..

In America a common noise we come to recognize is the music of an ice cream truck. We have something similar in Jordan but it is not for ice cream but instead for gas. Gas is sold in tanks, exactly like the ones we use for barbeque grills in America but in Jordan we use these tanks for everything. They run our stoves, our heaters, they even run the hot water tanks sometimes. . Because they are so commonly used, a truck drives around all the streets (again similar to an ice cream truck in America) and plays this catchy tune (which all started because people complained about the sound of the horn) so that you know you can bring out your empty tank and replace it with a full one. Instead of kids running out for a sweet treat, mothers are running out excited about cooking dinner for the night? It really is a sound that I will forever appreciate… (attempting to make it my next ringtone)



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In Islam it is required that a person prays 5 times a day, this is something commonly practiced in Jordan. To call Muslims to prayer the country is overtaken by one of the most amazing, hypnotizing, mesmerizing sounds; the Adhan. Mosques can be found on almost every corner in Jordan and during the times of prayer they project a call so that people know that it is time. This sound is of a man speaking of the main beliefs in Islam to remind the believers and the non-believers. It is an enchanting sound that, even though I am not religious at all, always gets to me. It is a sound that brings me back to when I was a kid, first in Jordan, spending my summers in my Grandfather’s house and listening to this sound take over the country like a blanket. For those few minutes, no matter what my faith, I am connected to something…

Saturday, December 19, 2009

My America in Jordan

No matter how much I love this country I can’t help but get homesick. New York is my home and I obviously have spent almost all of my life there so it is natural that I miss it. It’s funny, the things you miss when you leave. I find myself missing small things like taco bell, the greenery, malls, or supermarkets.

I try to hold on to America as much as I can while I am here, it keeps me sane in a lot of ways. Sometimes my sister and I go food shopping and just buy American brands, we get excited to see pop tarts even though we rarely ate them back in the states! Having her here really helps because she is my America, we can talk for hours about what we used to do and different things we miss.

This weekend I had my America in Jordan and it was PERFECT. It started last night; I was invited to a going away party at the American Embassy for a guy who is probably one of the coolest guys I’ve met. He has been in Jordan for over a year and now he is heading back which really sucks and he will definitely be missed. So 2 girls and I went to the party and it was amazing. One of the negative things about Jordan is you constantly have to be aware of the impression your making, especially as a girl. At the embassy I felt like I was back home, none of that stuff mattered. People danced with their whole hearts, not caring about how bad it made them look, people were laughing and enjoying their time. We had a great time watching Americans in Jordan. It really is a beautiful thing to see them mold with the culture, the party was mainly American’s but there were Arabs there as well. As you look around you could see the Americans kissing hello on the cheek, smoking argillah, and dancing to Arabic music that played, the culture had rubbed off on them. For the first time in a long time I felt like I could have pure fun without being judged or watched and it was freeing. It was also special because even though I only knew a handful or 2 of people, we all shared a bond at that party, we were all Americans living in Jordan. We were all out of our normal element and living somewhere completely different, and we were all enjoying it, at least for that night..

After an amazing time of talking, dancing, and hanging out we called it a night.

This morning 2 friends and I decided to go out for breakfast. We went to a place called Bake house. This place is an Arab version of an American diner. Breakfasts consist of sausage (Beef of course) and hash browns and omelets and pancakes and AMERICAN COFFEE!!

As small and simple as these things sound it really affects me in big ways. It reminds me of home and where I came from. Even though I am Arab in an Arab country, I do not really belong here, I am different. I love it and I do not mind but this weekend I did not feel like the strange one, I felt a piece of home here with me in Jordan..
 

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